"All right," responded Harvey, "we will do that for you."
He departed hastily with Harkaway, and the captain dragged the insensible body of Maltravers to a spot further inland, where the rapidly advancing waves could not touch it.
For the next hour he busied himself in stanching the blood, which indeed was the only way of saving the defeated man's life. At the expiration of that time he perceived a carriage driving furiously along the sand.
When it reached the spot where the captain was standing a gentleman stepped out.
"I am the doctor," he said.
Captain Cannon nodded, and after a brief examination the medical man ordered Maltravers to be driven to the hotel.
For some hours he hovered between life and death.
The captain remained in constant attendance by the bedside, until a severe attack of fever supervened, when a professional nurse was hired.
On the third day the crisis came.